Work

This week I am going to take a different direction that in the past. This will basically be my rant on work and a situation that I found out about on Friday. First, I will say that I ended up meeting a chick via Match this week, we went out on Friday and had a really good time. I felt like we got along very nicely and were able to have conversations. We will see, she is definitely a girl that I want to go out with a few more times and see where it goes. Crazy Kate is supposed to come over tomorrow, I am not to sure that is a good idea. She has far to much energy for me, but she is a fun person. Lastly, crossing my fingers I will be going out with another girl this week or weekend. She is new to town from Arizona and a Lawyer, so we’ll see. With me it either goes really good or extremely poorly.

Giving up the fear of sounding like a little bitch I will move forward with this work story. A little bit of background on my situation the way I see it before we begin. I was hired out of college, while I was taking Credential classes because I thought I wanted to be a teacher. In the process of getting that done I decided that I would play the field and see what is out there for me. Even though I had my BA I was not ready to stop learning and I wanted to take a job that would allow me to do something that I have never done before and reward hard work. So I interviewed with the company I know work for and I bought in. I decided and put my faith into their company and my ability. So off I went to Phoenix to do my training that was supposed to last a little over a year.

While in Phoenix, I found myself very bored and not liking my surroundings. I guess part of me missed my friends and family, but who doesn’t. I found it difficult to meet people there outside of the people I worked with. The exceptions to that were friends of people I worked with. So my life really revolved around work. Other then that I just did not feel comfortable living there, it just was not what I wanted. But I plugged along doing my best and deciding what my future would be and planning out how long I would stay there. Originally I wanted to stay through 2007 but that was before I got the call from the Zone Manager.

The call was simple, he asked me if I wanted to take the opening in San Francisco. I asked a few questions of my own, like how big is the Branch, is there a Sales Rep, are there any employees at the branch and how the team in general is. All positives coming from his mouth, except the sales part of it. Basically San Francisco sells in one month that Phoenix sells in one day so it would be a big down turn for me and I was concerned about that. But, it’s San Francisco and that alone is hard to turn down.

They get me on a plane for the official interview which was important for me to know who would be my boss and get a visual of the place. The interview went well, I could tell that it really wasn’t up to my future boss but that me seeing him was a courtesy put on by the Zone Manager because I was the only one he wanted for that position. I found out before I went that the San Francisco Branch was regarded as the biggest disappointment and failure in the entire company. Nothing had been right there for over five years and they were looking to make one big push. Smart on their part because I cannot resist a big challenge and the lure of San Francisco proved to be too much so off I went.

My first few months here was basically 12 hour work days every day, going to my hotel room and trying to find places to live. It was a very stressful lonely time for me, there was only two things in my life work and find a place to call home. I had a temporary distraction in the form of a girl that I met while in Arizona, so I would make a few weekend trips back out there. That ended in October, but whatever it was for the best. She wanted me to move back and give her five kids. After I found the place I live in now things started to change very slowly. I was able to spend more time going around town getting to know things. Slowly I started to meet people and work became less important because I had other things that interested me while I was not there. Basically I was getting acclimated to my new home.

Things slowly started getting better for me except for work. Work was always a big drag, not because of the work that I do but because of the people that I work with. In every job I have had I always wanted to no let myself down and do the best I could possibly do. But here I found that I had a boss that never left his house unless he had to. I had legitimate questions that needed answers too and I was never able to get any satisfaction. I did not have a Sales Rep of my own so the plan was to have two reps extend their territories in order to give me more coverage and get the ball rolling. What happened on the days that they were supposed to be helping me out? You guess it, those were the days that they slept in and more often then not did not leave their house that day. No phone call from them, broken appointments, I would open my mouth to my boss but did her care? No, how can you care if you do the same thing. Do not get me started on the other managers. Aside from two of them none of them know what they are doing, and to this day I get five calls a day from them asking me how to do something. I work with a bunch of kids that only care about their pay checks while I have an emotional attachment to my Branch because of the work I put into it.

After a few months of this I just decided it was not worth me caring about their faults anymore. It was just making me crazy and getting me depressed. So I made my own plan, it was obvious that I was not going to get any help from anybody and if I wanted to make things happen I would have to do everything myself. So I started going out on the road trying to get new business, I made myself the Sales Rep while having the title Branch Manager. The corporate guys all said that it was good that I make sales calls but that I needed a Sales Rep to get the accounts. In fact a Sales Job opened up and I asked about it and at the time they told me I would not be a good Sales Rep and to stop thinking about it. So along I went doing what I thought I needed to do.

The Sales job that opened up that I asked about ended up being filled by a guy that they kept telling me would be great. It was a brand new position to the company and it was good because the Rep was only to sell one line of paint and could float between four Branches. So it was a good way to make sales and had a lot of potential. The guy that they hired came from our main competition, come to find out yeah he did work them but over ten years ago. All this guy would do for the first five months was complain and do ‘work from home.’ Which is the biggest crock of shit. At first he was a person that I thought I could count on but over his first two months I knew that I could not count on him. He just didn’t have the work ethic that I knew was needed to be successful at my branch. So I was left back at the start no real help and doing everything myself.

In April my boss decided to have a meeting in which he used a projector to show a room full of guys porn, made us play Texas Hold’em with a $25 buy in (I do not know how to play), kept saying the N word in the presence of a Black guy, wanted us to make a Rap video and get some “hoes” for it. It was just a bad situation and I still can’t believe that I was there. I talk to a few people and we were all pissed about what had happened, but to my knowledge nobody said anything. Then one day I get a call about the meeting, and I will be honest I thought my boss was a total piece of shit and anything I could do to fuck his life up I was willing to do it. So I told the truth of what happened that night.

To my surprise however, they did nothing to him for two weeks. Is what they did was suspend him. I just don’t understand why they did not fire this guy on the spot. The story was verified by everyone that was at the meeting even though many of them wanted to keep quiet to protect him knowing that if he was gone they might get a person that would make them all work. After two weeks they gave him the option of resigning. I have no idea why they would do that, why would they let him decide the terms on which he leaves the company? Along with my boss his boss also got canned because he was at these meetings and did nothing during and said nothing after. Is what he did do was lie to everyone about how he got fired and erased all of the office computers. So we are left with a power void at the local level.

In steps in the Zone Manager, the same one that wanted me to take job. During the month of May he kept asking me if I was willing to move again. I was not really interested in that, I like living where I live and I do not know of too many places I would be willing to trade. But he kept asking and I kept saying no and in the mean time I kept doing what I have to do. I go out make my Sales calls get rejected on a constant basis but I don’t are I keep it up. I work the long days doing the sales and making time to do my paperwork, I am determined to get San Francisco back. Knowing that it is regarded as the worst Branch in the company and I am the one in charge of it doesn’t sit well with me and I am willing to work my ass off to get it off the bottom.

Then one day in late May my hard work starts to pay off. A shop that I had been going into for months was just out of his contract and I walked in there and asked hi if he wanted to do business. So then it starts, I am in the middle of negotiating his contract with us. So I am getting all of this stuff done working until sometimes 8:30 at night. Doing research pulling the strings, getting his financial documents, talking to their Lawyer. I did all of that good stuff and I put the package together for an Area Manager to write up the official proposal because I am not allowed and do not have the access to it. So we get that all done and who decides to come on the day I am going to give this customer the proposal? Yes that’s right the Sales Rep that they hired to focus on my territory who I see once every two weeks. After that day the owner of the shop all but said he never wanted to see the other guy again and only wanted to deal with me.

We start doing offer counter offer. Every time he countered I would have to go to my Zone Manager to get it approved. Those conversations were very intense to say the least and I let him know that I am only asking questions because I had never been in a situation like that before and wanted to know the correct way to take care of issues. When the truth is, they don’t give you all the information you need to be successful, they keep a lot of things hidden and to themselves. I get shot down on what I wanted to do, so I have to sell the customer the original deal. I end up doing this, and he agrees to the deal. I was so stressed out but happy at the same time. All the hard work I was putting in started to pay off and was seemingly coming around.

Right after he agrees to the deal I go through the process of setting up their account. It gets to the point that I have to either assign his service to the Sales Rep or to the Branch, without question I was going to set it up under the Branch. In my opinion the Rep did nothing to get the account so why should he get any benefits from this? As I was doing this I get a call from the Zone manager telling me to put it under the Reps name. I did put up a fight on this, but it was basically do this or they would just change it. So I either had to fall in line with them or be on their shit list. The following week since the account was now in the Reps name I asked him to take care of a few things for the customer. He did none of them, but since they want nothing to do with him and only want to deal with me I got all of the shit so I ended up having to do it all. There was no thank you from the Sales Rep until this week, I will give you more on that a little later. There was no offer to buy me lunch, nothing at all. I felt like a fucking tampon, they put me on the slit to stop the bleedings and when that’s done I am in the trash.

While I did not get the paperwork credit for the account, the big wigs knew it was me that got the account and I was getting a lot of calls for a few days after that happened. They wanted to use my story as an example of success for other smaller Branches that only complain about their situations. I was now their poster boy for success. Listen to what Rob has to say, did you hear what San Francisco has done? They ended up hiring a new boss for me, who I think will work out great. At our first meeting with him, he uses me the same way. Letting the Sales Reps know that they get paid to sell and I was the only one in the room that has brought in a new account this year. He let’s the managers know that it is possible to get accounts if you try. I become propaganda, which I fucking hate. It got to the point that I told them I never want to hear about this again and it’s time to move on.

Because of this account I start to get phone calls again about Sales jobs. They would ask me if I wanted to go to Nebraska or Iowa, my answer was always no. then one day my boss called me and asked me what I wanted to do. I told him simply I wanted to stay the manager in San Francisco, but I wanted to hire another person for the Branch so I could make more sales calls. To that I added that I wanted to be out on the road every day for at least six hours, so I would basically become the full time Rep and I wanted the benefits of the company care and all of that good stuff. My boss was all over that idea he thought it was great, but the visionaries above him could not come close to comprehending the idea. My idea goes nowhere.

It was clear to me that the reason they said no to this idea was because they wanted me to move. They feel I am too talented for the position I am in, they want me to move out to benefit them. I talk to another Area manager about an open job he has in Fresno. I simply told him that I am willing to work for him and I do want to be a Sales Rep but I do not want to trade San Francisco for Fresno. That was a month ago now.

Friday I get a call from HR, the last time I got a call from them it was because of the meeting that went wrong. This time it was again about the Sales job that covers Fresno, Stockton and Sacramento. All three places I think are the fucking bowls of hell and if I wanted that I would have tried to stay in Arizona. Basically I have no desire to move there. But this HR person is being persistent with me taking that job. I get the same tag lines that you always get that now I see right though. “It’s a great opportunity!” shit like that and when I expressed again that I was not willing to trade living in San Francisco for any of those cities the response was not one of concern or understanding it was more like “I can’t believe you are willing to waste this great opportunity.” Why is that such a great opportunity anyways? If you want me to be miserable then yeah I would be all over it but I stopped wanting to kill myself years ago and I do not want to get on that train again.

She starts reaching after I again told them no because of the area. She asked me if I would really have to move. Fresno is four hours away. Stockton is one and a half hours away. Sacramento is two hours away. So in short yes if I wanted to be successful I would have to move. What does she do? She gets out a fucking map and tries to verify the distances, as if I am trying to lie to her. When she finally gives up on the distance she then goes to the reverse psychology card and tells me that, the Manager that was hiring for that position didn’t think I was ready for all of the goals and expectations. Really? I had to stop her and tell her that I was not some retard that you can trigger emotionally like that, I am a rational human being that you have to approach intelligently for me to give you what you want. I mean seriously, what the fuck type of bullshit is that? I am not ready for the expectations, no I think you are trying to offend me into taking the position which I will not let happen.

I leave the conversation open by telling her to give me a call back on Monday and give me more information about the position but I would still most likely say no to it. But I want to be able to at least see it. I follow that phone call with a phone call to my boss, who I have a high level of respect for and told him that HR is going behind his back trying to steal me away from him. This did not sit well with him at all. He felt like they were trying to undermine him by taking me away. He knows the value I have for the Area, I am the Branch problem solver and I am needed in that area like you would not believe. Also, he and I have plans for what we want to do in San Francisco. Since he trusts me and I can produce for him he is at least willing to listen to my ideas and run them up the flag pole. They usually get shot down but we try at least. He tells me something very interesting about that position.

He thinks it would be good financially for me for the following reason. That position gets commission where normal Sales Reps do not. They get their salaries and they have a bonus plan based on quarterly sales goals. But these Reps get 10% commission every month on what they sell. In comes me getting really pissed off. Why you may ask? Well remember that account that I had to give up because one of the big boys told me I had to. Well I basically gave that Rep 3k a fucking month in extra money. Not to mention that taking on his expenses basically kill any chance of me getting a bonus for myself.

So if you are reading this you tell me if you would be happy about this whole thing? I certainly am not or why would I spend a hour writing about it? I do not like to use the term ‘fair’ because it is to arbitrary but I will use the term “right” because I think we can all come fairly close to knowing the difference between right and wrong. In my opinion this whole thing is wrong. Let’s forget the money for right now because I would not have gotten the commission anyways. Let’s talk about how a company can reward someone so blindly for not working and not doing their job. I always grew up thinking that if you worked hard you would get the benefit of it but I am finding out that is not always the case, if you get into a person ear enough and you cry like a bitch you end up getting what you want.

So what do I get out of this whole deal? I get fucking harassed by corporate people asking me to move every fucking day I am at work. Even worse when they do not listen to me when I tell them no, I can’t be bought out like that. Especially when I am seeing the shit that is going on all around me. I see people getting rewards for nothing, I see myself being used as an inspirational tool that I do not endorse. I am a big piece of meat to them and they feel like they bought it by investing in me so they can pressure me into doing whatever they want.

Also, I finally got a call from the Sales Rep thanking me for giving him the account. Why you might ask? Very simple, he got his first commission check from it. So while I sit here broke he gets the equivalent of my take home in one check. So those Doctor bills that I have because my great insurance did not pay for a routine check up even after I pay my co pay, might not get paid this month or next month.

You know what fucking this shit. I swear I don’t know if I have ever been this upset at work before. I feel like my face is the water in the toilet and they took big gigantic shit on me.

Next week Radiohead is playing three feet from my house, I am sure next week I will have something entertaining as opposed to self serving for you all.

Float on

I feel very uninspired this week. I am feeling the effects of the Comic Con trip on my bank account. I have not felt the same since I have been back, I was on such a high two weeks ago that I think this type of lull was to have been expected.

The majority of my week was spent at work. Not too much going on. I am living off of eggs, bread and bologna. A few times I splurged and ate a bagel in the morning and a topping of cream cheese. So with this I started to think about the strategy I was employing throughout July, which was to hit up bars and such four days a week. That really did not get me anywhere except broke. I have decided to go out less maybe twice in a week but have those times be more impactful. Fast forward to Saturday.

My friend John came over to watch the Dodger game, we hang out for the duration of the game and had been talking about not wanting to go out that night. As we were talking he was telling me that he has the same problem that I always had, which is what the hell do I do when I talk to a girl? What do I say to keep her interested? How do I determine if she is attracted to me? These problems I am finding through talking to a lot of guys, is very common. I really thought I was a rare case. Hearing him talk about that stuff really made me think about the Con and I told him stories of it. He showed me a really cool site couchsurfing.com, which is a site that you put a profile up and it is for people that travel around and need a place to crash. He walked me through the site a little bit and of course I wanted to see what type of talent was on the site. I will say this, John showed two French chicks that will be staying at his place and I now have my own profile. So we were both motivated to go to our favorite place Murio’s.

I basically pump him up and give him a few simple tips that worked for me. We have a beer and hang out just checking it out. That place is very hit or miss with the amount of people that are there on a night to night basis. Because of that it make it my spot, I never feel any pressure when I go there, if there are people there that night it’s usually easy to talk to people. So we are standing and we notice these two chicks that are at the bar. One I found very attractive the other not so much. John and I looked at each other and we knew it was on.

We walk up to them while they are sitting at the bar, at that time there were no seats available at the bar. I looked at one of the chicks and she had a dog with her which I thought was odd, but hey once you live in San Francisco you will find out really quick that you come across shit like that all of the time. People that live here have to be a different breed. Either you do off the cuff stuff or you get some sort of enjoyment out of seeing people do off the cuff stuff. John, makes eye contact with “Blondie” and she hands him her dog as she walks to the bathroom. Well ‘walks to the bathroom’ I use very loosely, it was more of a stumble crawl. I close my eyes and I decided at that point in time that I could make no further moves on her. John looked at me and asked if I saw anything wrong with her and I told him that I think she is way too drunk and possibly on some kind of drug(s). Her friend did not seem as wasted. A seat at the bar right next to her opened up so John and I were very quick to fill those seats.

I break the ice and hand it over to John, I was not too interested in the friend so I figured I could just be there to back him up. Within minutes he had her phone number, made plans to hang out with her. She wanted me to give her guitar lessons, I was not into that but I played it like I was for John. It wasn’t too long that guys who are vultures started swooping in for the drunk friend. I mean every guy that was not with a girl already was all over her. Looking at this I felt really good about myself for not going for it.

So this song and dance goes on for like 30 minutes, John is pumped up because he got a number. She was showing signs of affection by hugging him constantly. I go outside for a smoke and when I come back in John now has his hand on her leg. I am thinking cool he is in. She goes into the bathroom and it turns out they just moved here and cannot move into their place until August 20^th, so we thought it would be a good idea to offer them a place to stay for the night at John’s. Her drunk friend is being occupied by some guy that says he is Italian, but I think he had about the fakest accent I have ever heard.

So Italian guy is all over Blondie and I usually always find it more fun to over hear people’s conversations. This was not an exception. He is in some old garage sale jeans and a beat up leather jacket, cell phone most likely ten years old. I have not seen a cell phone that big since the last time I saw Saved By The Bell. I will have to give this guy credit though, I mean a sober chick would have been repulsed by him. Hell, I am not into guys and I was repulsed by him. Turns out he has a very high level job, working at two different restaurants. Now I used to work at a restaurant and I know if you have a management level job, that is the only restaurant that you work at. It is very demanding and you would not have time to work at another. Now if you are a server or buss boy then yes you can successfully work at two different restaurants. This guy is no server. Then he starts in with the band that he is trying to get back together. Really, I can’t believe that a person would be pulling this type of shit but I am glad that he did because I was very amused.

While I am watching that all go down, the friend had been wondering around the bar and was talking with a dude with long hair. John was getting slightly annoyed by this, but I tried to keep his mind in the right place. The right frame of mind is “who cares.” I mean seriously, he pulled the phone number, they were touching each other all over it was time for him to show a little confidence like that did not bother him. He thought it would be best to break in and talk to her a little bit more. He talks to her for less than a minute and comes back, he thinks it’s all good and I agree with him. No sooner then he is back sitting down that she opens up the faucet to her stomach and vomits all over the bar for like a full minute. It was truly remarkable to see that amount of shit come out of another persons mouth. The bar tender Nick, was no as happy as I was to see that. I helped him clean up and told John to go outside with her.

Turns out that Italian guy went out there too and put them into a cab. To where is the question because they had been in the city for like 10 hours and had no place to stay. Where could he have had them taken to? The whole thing was just off in my mind. After he was bragging outside that he made a lunch date with Blondie, as if she was going to remember the events of that night other then not knowing where they were when they woke up. This was a topic that John and I talked about for the rest of the night. But hey, what the fuck can I do about it?

After the girls were shoved into a cab John and I left to check a few other places. Nothing going on around us so we called it a night. I get home and the drama begins. Turns out John had known that my room mates ex boyfriend was cheating on her and did not tell her anything. She found out from another party, even turns out the guy that told her does these types of things just to make people as miserable as he is. To be fair to John, as far as I can tell he found out after they had broken up. They have been friends for over ten years. So my room mate was very upset last night, if you want confirmation talk to Liz, she was on the phone with me when this happened. This brings a question into my mind, what do we as friends have an obligation to tell?

For me as a person that is finding out small parts of the equation over last night and today. I would say that John did not want to say anything because he found out after the fact and telling my room mate would have brought her extra harm. Or was he just covering for one of his boys? I don’t know. I know I would probably have a hard time telling one of my friends about something like that. It would be awkward to say the least for both of us. But I think at the end of the day I would value my friend enough to inform them of something like that.

The Olympics are so fucking good. I am all over women’s diving, volleyball and basically anything with chicks in it.

This coming week will be big for me. I might get a promotion to Sales Rep, which would mean I would become the enemy.

I am pretty much done with online dating sites. I am finding the people on them to be the biggest fakes. They hide behind the fact that there is no one on one interactions. They put the most flattering pictures and in some cases very old pictures where they looked 50 lbs lighter. They over exaggerate their personalities as well. For me what you see is what you get. I always have a very hard time with those sites because I never know how to describe myself. Which I think is a good thing, I would like to think that people are much more complex then being able to answer a few black and white questions that pay no attention to the grey area in which we live. Also, if you can really give a person your essence and what you are looking for in two paragraphs are you even looking for anything other then a person who can entertain you for two weeks?

K8E Bomb

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Week Four

I apologize for the delay. We were very lucky as to have a Hotel without internet access. Also, this blog will be very long, five days of non stop excitement.

So the Comic Con is my annual vacation, usually I go there to check some stuff out. I just really enjoy being there, I feel at home if that makes sense. I feel like the people that are there are very fun and friendly. This year was a little bit different because it is week four of my quest to pick up chicks and document the entire thing. Without further adieu week four…

The Con is a long experience five days of walking, pushing through massive crowds, talking to people, waiting in line, going to panels and trying to get laid. It’s a very daunting task and only should be attempted by those with their hearts into it. As with the Con reading this week will take the same dedication.

Wednesday July 23, 2008

Not too much during this day. We basically traveled to the Con, checked in to the hotel room and went to preview night. Preview night was just a chance for people that had four day passes to get there early, take a walk around check out the booths. For me I like walking around and getting all of my shopping out of the way, that did not happen.

We originally planned on getting there around 5 picking up our badges and having at it. We show up a little bit late but it was really not a big problem. Slight issues with the hotel room, I guess that was to be expected since I was not the one that made the arrangements. We end up getting to the Con at 7:30 and the first thing you have to do is wait in a really fucking long line to pick up your pass for the week. As we are getting ready to get into the line I am checking out the talent and I noticed a chick standing by herself lighting up a cigarette. I tell Justin to have at it and use the lighter trick.

Side note:

The cigarette trick is not really a trick at all what so ever. But for Justin who constantly bums smokes from people it is perfect for him. So the trick works like this you bum either a light or a smoke but never both because then you are a piece of shit face fucker and you have no chance.

Justin, then walks up to her. I could tell even from a distance that she was not the most attractive chick in the world. Which brings me to one of the biggest points of the Comic Con. You have to lower your standards. Do not go there thinking you are going to pull a hot chick. In actuality you are going to maybe pull a real world 6 but she would be a Comic Con 10. In my opinion this chick Heather is her name was a Comic Con 6, so you do the math. So Justin does the job and gets her to wait in line with us, we talk a little bit and we work on our strategy which was to play off of each other. You know make us sound a lot cooler then what we really are. Or in the case of Justin he doesn’t know that he is not cool, no he is one of those guys that just walks around not thinking anything other then he is great.

We finally make our way into the Con. We say good bye to Heather for the time being, she exchanges numbers with Justin. I wanted nothing to do with her at all. The thought of her horse teeth surrounded by adult braces sent shivers down my spine. The rest of the night we spend trying to walk around and checking out the booths, we were not really able to meet too many girls that night. To be honest, it will be very hard to meet people on the main floor, it’s to big and to crowded to really get a conversation going.

The night ends and Justin is devising his plan to put it in Heather. While I am just thinking. It was hard for me because ever year that we go we always say we are going to pull chicks and we never do, in fact I never even tried. I was having some second thoughts about the whole thing, would just concentrating on pulling chicks distract me from having a good time during my stay?

For the rest of the night at the Hotel we talk about our game plans, that we are going to fuck a chick at the Comic Con, that anything less would not be tolerated. It was like we were going to war and the targets lay under a costume somewhere. We are going to talk to every girl, get their numbers, offer them beer, cigarettes, food, tell them we can drive, whatever it was going to take we were going to do. We were going to work as a team attacking each one until we get what we want. A few beers later I fall asleep.

Thursday July 24, 2008

The first real day of Comic Con. Days start at 7:30 AM and end past 2:00. I was ready but I did not know what to expect. We do not drive from the hotel, we take the trolley because it is cheaper and will give us a good way to start conversations with girls. We get on and there is a beautiful goth chick standing right next to me. Justin is off a few feet away he was basically close enough to hear and not contribute to the conversation. Between goth girl and myself is one totally stereotyped Comic Con nerd. He must have been 7 feet tall, jean shorts, faded t-shirt, backpack, Hawaiian Punch and a stack of books he was holding. Comic Nerd starts talking to goth girl. I thought that I had missed my chance until I noticed that while he was talking to her she was looking at me. I almost thought she was looking at me wanting me to save her from this guy. So I wait until he stops talking and ask her a simple question, “what are you listening too?” she responds the band is not important. What was important was that she could not stop talking to me. Seeing that he was on the fringe of losing what he never had a chance to have Comic Nerd chimes in when she reveals that she is going to start college in the Fall at UC Davis. Comic Nerd starts to talk about how he goes to school in Humbolt and the true definition of Northern California, I then decide to make him feel stupid. I tell him that he definition of Northern California is wrong he tries to prove me wrong by telling us all that he is a Geography major. My response simple and short “congratulations.” Then another chick starts to tell him that he is wrong, as goth girl starts to talk to me. I was feeling the vibe Comic Nerd seeing this had the longest saddest face I have ever seen, it was like he just saw his mom get rapped then shot. I pulled the number but she then reveled that she was not 18 yet and it would be a few weeks. The number was deleted shortly after. But it was cool, I got over a major hump, I talked to a girl and got a phone number she was also interested in what we were talking about. My confidence was very high.

We get to the Con Justin has to do some stuff for work so I just poke around. I am waiting in line for some movie swag. During my wait in line I have three girls in front of me and we start talking. Two of them were just starting college, one is going to school in San Francisco and she wanted me to show her around. I was not to into it because of the age but I offered her my Myspace profile. Her friend I was going to school in Santa Barbara but she was way into me. But again due to their age I felt wrong so I did not press any issues. The third chick was a different story. She is 22 and goes to school in San Diego, we really clicked and hung out for about an hour just talking. We decide to hang out that night at the world premier of Lost Boys 2. I was feeling extremely confident about the whole thing, we just talked and we found that we had a lot in common. She was there looking over her younger cousins, we exchange phone numbers and make plans, then we say goodbye.

I high tail it to the outside area for a quick smoke before a panel. I was trying to use the lighter trick but there were no girls smoking so I just light up. While I was making the rounds I saw a girl sitting by herself. I pass her by at first then go back, she was gone. I was feeling a little bit down about not making the best of the first passing but oh well I am learning a lesson. After my smoke I go to the Red Sonya panel. It was a little packed and I sit down, not happy with my seat I look around and I see the girl that I passed by so I get up and I sit next to her.

This was great, best thing I could hope for. She lives in San Francisco and we really clicked. Talked to her for a little while and she asks me if I want to hang out with her. Not that I was not going to ask for her number but even better that she beat me to it. We exchange numbers hug and say good bye.

The night ended with us going back to the hotel drinking a beer and Justin amazed that I was able to get so many numbers and make contacts. He is urging me to do even more the following day. I will admit I felt too good, like I had done my work for the weekend. That was the wrong way to look at things but I became complaisant. Justin wanted me to do all the work for him.

Friday July 25, 2008

I wake up extremely motivated and feeling great, Thursday was the first day that I have ever was able to freely talk to girls and get phone numbers. I am 29 years old and that was the first time I had done that. Something must be wrong with that?

Friday, was not the best day for picking up girls. I was able to talk to a few, nothing really came of it. My efforts were hindered by the fact that there were a lot of panels that I wanted to check out. Which got me thinking about the statement I had earlier. What do I do? Do I only try to pick up chicks or do I mix it up and maximize my time? I decided to not force anything, thinking about how I was successful the day before, I didn’t force anything, I didn’t go to any place to pick up a girl I was just where I wanted to be and it worked out for me. With that I went to the Watchmen panel, it looks amazing but during the panel I got several calls from work and from the Sales Rep. so after the panel was done I go outside to see what is going on.

Now part of this was my fault for calling them back but when I get that many calls I figure that something big is happening. What I was not expecting was a situation that basically pissed me off for the next six hours. I will make a really long story short, the Rep was trying to get into the safe because there was a check for a customer there. The Rep got the credit for this account I got, so he wanted to give them their check so he could look like a hero. He was putting pressure on the people at work who did not know anything sat around pouting saying he wasting his time. So yeah I was really annoyed and pissed, I talked with my second in command and there was a plan in place, the Rep decided to fuck everything up. In the process I let it get to me and it really killed my day until I got a phone call.

The girl from San Francisco I met called me in the afternoon and she wanted to hang out that night. Before I call her back I am with Justin and I told him that I needed him to calm me down because the work stuff was really bothering me.

While we were walking outside we see a girl sitting by herself smoking. We look at each other and we knew what to do. We get to use the lighter trick, but before we walk up to her I tell Justin he will have to do the talking, I was not really ready to talk to anyone yet. So we sit next to her bum a light Justin says nothing, I look at her and she starts talking to me but I am being very laconic. It didn’t matter to her, she just kept trying to get information out of me. It was clear to me that she did like me and she wanted me to make the next move. Justin tries to keep the conversation going between them but she talks mostly to me. I convince her to dress up as Poison Ivy and just as Justin observed she was going to give me her phone number her friends met up with her. The number thing would not have been a big deal but she was there with her ex that she told me she wanted to get rid of and she saw us as the perfect way. But it was a thing with her friends that when they came she lost her nerve. She looked at me as she was walking away for the next 100 feet.

We finish up at the Con around 9 ish while my phone is blowing up. SF really wanted to hang out with me badly, many missed calls and texts wanting to know when I would be by. I call her and make the plans. To the hotel we go, change really quick and I bring Justin with me. We do a little bar hoping and she wants to know if we want to go back to the place she is staying. I ask if her brother was back, she said no, let’s go.

Side note:

Before we meet up with SF, Justin was asking me if I would be pissed if he had sex with her. But you may be asking yourself this one question, how does Justin know what she looks like when I talked to her alone? Simple I saw her walking around while I was with Justin on Thursday, Justin was impressed. So Justin was looking for an in to possibly make some magic happen. I told him aside from her pulling down his pants unsolicited I would be pissed.

So we end up back at her place, it was nice, her cousin was out of town and let them stay at his house. We buy more beer, I sip she fucking downs that shit. I am thinking damn I can never go out with this girl she is way to expensive. But she is way cool we have a lot in common. For me I didn’t care if I put it in that night, I was thinking much more practical like she could be a person I can hang out with. But I am attracted to her a lot of unanswered questions.

We are now getting cozy on the couch just chillin, she is leaning on me and physical contact is always a good sign. And just as things are building up a little bit, brother and friend walk in. The boner I was rocking was gone and we all start talking. While I am talking to the brother and friend Justin gets her to go outside for a smoke alone. I was a little disappointed by that, I was probably over reacting but I felt at the time that Justin was making his move. When they got done she sits down Justin sits right next to her. She then moves next to me. bottom line is we were there until 4, nothing happened, just hanging out. Justin thinks I am in, we will see. We are supposed to go out this weekend.

Saturday July 26, 2008

We wake up really fucking late and miss everything that we wanted to see. Saturdays are the busiest day. It is the apex of people it’s very hard to move around and get anything done. Usually we spend time panel hoping. I find it is the best use of my time. Also, Saturday is all about one event the Masquerade Ball.

So we get in, and find the one last table available. Two brothers from Texas, one older lady, this one confused girl that looked like she was on coke and a short Jewish kid from LA. We basically just all start talking and lucky for everyone at the table, I have a backpack full of beer. This was by far and away the single most fun I have ever had at the Con. We all just clicked and gelled. The brothers are now the Maniac Brothers I was like the Godfather Justin was just there drinking and laughing but the star of the night was the Jewish kid, his name “The Legend.”

We get him really drunk, he has the biggest set of balls I have ever seen. He is 19 and looking for schools to transfer to. Justin is putting the moves on Heather, Legend gets his chair and puts it right in between the two and starts hitting on this chick. We all looked in amazement. He is going around to every girls asking them if he can buy them a drink. He spots these two older women and starts hitting on them. Justin give him the magic wrist band that allows him to buy drinks so it was his license to kill for the night. The Ball ends and the music starts, now the real fun begins.

So the maniac brothers are looking at me and I simply spot two chicks and push them into them, they start dancing. As people are walking by I am just getting groups of girls and getting them to the dance floor. I find the nerdiest guys that are just looking at this and I can see that they want to dance so badly so I get them in there and I hook them up with girls. The Legend did not need any help, he was a fucking master. He would just go from girl to girl, dancing buying drinks he was a master pimp. The Maniac brother “The Butcher,“ he was flying doing one rave move with a glow stick for two hours. His brother “Silent Death,” started slow but I showed him how to freak a girl, he did that all night. I always like to dance, so I was dancing and making out with many different girls the whole night. Justin finally got heather to dance and he was making out with her.

Bottom line it was really awesome. The dance turned out to be amazing, we started a Congo Line, danced and drank. From a distance I could see this big Nerd mating ritual happening in front of my eyes. It was cool to think for one night I was the best dancer in the whole place. They all thanked me for making that one of the best nights of their lives. I exchange email addresses with them because they want to come back next year and have a good time. Justin gets Heather to go back to our room, but she does not want to stay, I think she might be a virgin. Justin does make out with her for a little while, he was close to pulling a Comic Con 6.

Sunday July 27, 2008

The final day of the Con. The worst day for so many reasons, going to bed at 4 or 5 every morning and waking up at 7:30 was catching up with us. Plus Sunday is usually the day I walk the floor and go clothes shopping for the year. I was tired I really didn’t meet a lot of people that day which was fine. I met up with Legend and the Maniac Brothers, they thanked me again for making their weekend.

Monday July 28, 2008

I am back home, I feel great. I am going to destroy that Sales Rep that fucking ruined my entire day on Friday first thing when I get back. Also, being that I am now confident, I met a chick at a bar took her home and had sex! Yes that’s right I had sex! It was really bad sex and was only good for getting my rocks off, but the penis entered the vagina. I do not plan on ever having sex with her again.

Even though I had sex I woke up this morning not feeling satisfied. Like it was just empty and meaningless, which it was. So now I am thinking that it is not all about sex, that I need something more.

For the first time in my life I feel that I know exactly what I want and how to get it in terms of relationships and friendships. I feel that I can meet people to meet people, put no expectations on any situation. Take it as it comes and how to be myself and make myself interesting. I am no longer cryptic when I describe myself, I feel like smiling a lot more. Looking back at the Con pictures I am smiling and having a great time in all of them and I can be that person all of them time because I am that person.